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Title: John Cooper Clarke
Post by: Porkcastle on 16 Dec, 2007, 19:38:29
John Cooper Clarke  (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Cooper_Clarke) (born 5 January 1949 in Salford, Lancashire) is an English performance poet. He is considered a major figure in punk poetry and punk literature.

His recorded output has mainly centred around musical backing from The Invisible Girls, which featured Martin Hannett, Pete Shelley, Bill Nelson, Paul Burgess and Steve Hopkins. 'Ten Years In An Open-Necked Shirt' remains his most popular and successful published work.


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At Bedford's Rhythm Festival, 2006

Published in Translatum:

Evidently chicken town:
The f&%$# cops are f&%$# keen
to f&%$# keep it f&%$# clean
the f&%$# chief's a f&%$# swine
who f&%$# draws a f&%$# line
at f&%$# fun and f&%$# games
the f&%$# kids he f&%$# blames
are nowehere to be f&%$# found
anywhere in chicken town

The f&%$# scene is f&%$# sad
the f&%$# news is f&%$# bad
the f&%$# weed is f&%$# turf
the f&%$# speed is f&%$# surf
the f&%$# folks are f&%$# daft
don't make me f&%$# laugh
it f&%$# hurts to look around
everywhere in chicken town

The f&%$# train is f&%$# late
you f&%$# wait you f&%$# wait
you're f&%$# lost and f&%$# found
stuck in f&%$# chicken town
the f&%$# view is f&%$# vile
for f&%$# miles and f&%$# miles
the f&%$# babies f&%$# cry
the f&%$# flowers f&%$# die
the f&%$# food is f&%$# muck
the f&%$# drains are f&%$# fucked
the colour scheme is f&%$# brown
everywhere in chicken town

The f&%$# pubs are f&%$# dull
the f&%$# clubs are f&%$# full
of f&%$# girls and f&%$# guys
with f&%$# murder in their eyes
a f&%$# bloke is f&%$# stabbed
waiting for a f&%$# cab
you f&%$# stay at f&%$# home
the f&%$# neighbors f&%$# moan
keep the f&%$# racket down
this is f&%$# chicken town

The f&%$# train is f&%$# late
you f&%$# wait you f&%$# wait
you're f&%$# lost and f&%$# found
stuck in f&%$# chicken town
the f&%$# pies are f&%$# old
the f&%$# chips are f&%$# cold
the f&%$# beer is f&%$# flat
the f&%$# flats have f&%$# rats
the f&%$# clocks are f&%$# wrong
the f&%$# days are f&%$# long
it f&%$# gets you f&%$# down
evidently chicken town

Title: John Cooper Clarke
Post by: Frederique on 12 May, 2011, 10:26:14
How can this be referred to as poetry, even if it is punk poetry with such a horrendously limited and unimaginative vocabulary?